Balance in all things

Monica adjusted herself back and forth on the couch, grimacing. She was sure she was never going to get used to that feeling, but she supposed she would just have to deal with it, the same way Steven had to deal with the consequences of her lifestyle changes. She'd been startled when Steven told her his request, of course, but ultimately, given how she'd basically just informed him of her tits, she hadn't felt justified turning him down. She was clearly okay with massive plastic surgery in her chest, after all, so it wasn't too big of a leap from there to a bit lower down.

After a moment, she stood up again, running a hand over her new bubble butt. It wasn't nearly so huge as her tits, of course (God, her tits were huge, mf), but she had to admit her body definitely would have looked a little lopsided without some enhancement downstairs. She wasn't exactly thrilled about it, and it was more awkward feeling than she would have liked, but at least there was that silver lining. Not to mention, once Steven was over his shock at her insistence on her tits, he'd been extremely supportive of the whole thing. He tried to downplay it, but she could tell her husband was very pleased with the changes to her body, upstairs and down. It was almost insulting to the old her, but she couldn't fault him enjoying it - if he was maybe more into the butt implants than her, that hardly compared to how much more she enjoyed her huge fake tits! It's not like he had to work less just to admire her butt more all day, after all.

Thinking like that was, once again, too much for her, and with one hand on her butt and one exploring her huge fake tits, Monica sank back down onto the couch as her enhanced body told her just how much better life was when you met your Needs.

The End, For Now